Clang!
The piercing shriek of iron spheres spinning rapidly within a wooden casing sounded like a J-20 fighter jet skimming past one's eardrums. The thugs immediately dropped their weapons, covering their ears as tears and snot streamed down their faces.
Liu Yuan stumbled back three steps; a cigarette fell from his parted lips, the burning ember leaving a scorched mark on his trouser leg. The blade of the ebony sword hovered three inches from his brow, a lock of hair severed by the sword’s breeze drifting slowly to the ground.
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